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Here’s a kicker—Victorian times, brothels had secret codes! Knock twice, whisper “lilac,” door swings open. Sneaky, huh? Got me thinkin’—what’s hidin’ behind those walls? Prolly heartbreak, some laughs, lotta grit. Gets me mad, tho—folks judgin’ ‘em, not knowin’ the story. “My body is a cage,” movie line again—ain’t that the truth for ‘em? Trapped, but still kickin’.

The Yoshiwara Pleasure Quarters: A Cradle for Japan’s Edo Culture

Or was Masuda Sayo just a prostitute and she herself didn't even know about it? Are geisha outside of major districts (idk how to call them.

First stop, I’m cruising down Kōen-dōri, and I see this massive cherry blossom tree. I mean, it’s like the tree of life or somethin’. I’m all pumped to check it out. But then, BAM! A freakin’ pigeon dive-bombs me! Like, dude, chill! I’m just here to admire nature, not get attacked by feathered ninjas.

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